A Little Later #DigitalAMAwithRoshan

...These are questions worth asking.)
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So, yes maybe the sign with which I was born was lost in the abyss of signs or maybe truly, there wasn't any sign but there's one thing that I was certain of. That was of my parents. They surely did not show any sign, neither of happiness and nor of sorrow. Now, you must be wondering that how can I tell that as I was only an infant then. Well, being the sixth daughter of theirs...whatever I did, it was as if they were numb towards those activities of mine. Well, I wouldn't say that's their fault when they, in hope of a male child borne another female child. So, whatever I would do, those things were already achived my elder sisters.It was as if I was not doing anything worth their praise or time. Slowly, it all made me self conscious and shy. My teachers would always reprimand for it and would try to bring me out of my shell but I couldn't but as they say that everything has its pros and cons. So, due to being shy...I developed this passion for writing. I would write and write...to express my feelings. One day, when I was surfing internet...I came across this World Youth Essay Competition and thought of trying my luck in it. So, I submitted one of my essays for it and forgot totally about it. After about three months, when one day I came home from college....my mom opened the door, smiled at me and told my father wanted to see me in his study. I was fretting inside but then I remembered that my mum just smiled at me. Beliving that as a good sign, I went inside the study. My dad stood from his usual chair and handed me an envelope. It was opened previously but when I took out the contents of the envelope and read it. I could not stop whooping myself from joy. Afterall, I was among the top 20 contestants who were selected for the final round which has to take place at London in two months time. Suddenly,dad took a step towards me and hugged me. For a second, I could not process as I was yet on the previous high but when my mind registered... I hugged him. This was the first time when my father had hugged me. I started to cry and so did my father. When I lifted my head from his shoulder, I saw my mother crying too on the threshold of the room. I extended my hands and she joined in for a group hug. In that moment, we let our tears wash away all the stains of strains in our relations. Let me tell you, it truly was the sign of a great start in my life. So, maybe sometimes signs do appear a little late in life and that's why they say patience is virtue afterall.